We went blow for blow, clanging blade for blade. Neither of us gave ground. And I began to gain it. I pressed hard, darting around his guard wherever I could. As much as he tried to return the favor, I kept myself slippery, snapping out at him like a snake. When he did connect, he slammed his sword against mine as more of a hammer than a saber.
Gotham's Dead End Bar
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